Sometimes, sucking cocks is part of being a high-class escort; that’s something I highly enjoy. Half the time these men are too old or too inebriated to get there a little dicks up, so all I have to do is let them eat my honey-sweet pussy. Some of them are actually fairly good at it. My favorite memory, however, comes from just last weekend, when I got passed around a business meeting.
New York’s Wall Street is quite prestigious, and my beauty had been noticed by someone that was highly affiliated. I escorted him to the meeting, expecting to just be a bit of arm candy. Much to my surprise I was ordered to strip at the door. I did as I was told, knowing that they probably just wanted a beautiful body to look at. I was dead wrong. Over the course of threes hour, I had eighteen different men fuck me.The rule was they couldn’t speak unless their cock was buried inside my tight, hot, wet, pussy.
I cannot tell you how many times I came all over them. I laughed, I cried, but more than anything, I came and begged for more. More than anything, I took every single one. Eighteen different cocks pumping their loads into me that day, and they even made a little contest out of it. Whoever came prematurely I would give a free blow job, and whoever took the longest to cum would have me for the rest of the weekend. My little cunt got used, a perfectly poised cum dumpster.
Some men want the girlfriend experience. Some just want to hold and shoot a load in. These men? They wanted both. I’ve been invited back to their meeting this evening. I am shaking in anticipation.